veinsofice
Jesse Dauphinee; an artist, poet, musician, activist, and bad influence. / Thrill-seeking and impulsive. / Consistantly reckless and garaunteed to fuck you up. / I don't want you to need me, I will never need you. / Mindfuck. / / Pseudonyms/also known as... / Jesse Skye , Jesse Tsukiyomi, zhalalei , jesseleia , doctorveinsofice , veinsofice
At night she spins eternal circles
Breathless with lungs full of smoke
Soothing her pain with a twirl of her pipe
Since something inside of her broke
Her veins are so carefully marked and bruised
Decorated black, blue, and red
The sharp kiss of a needle is all that she craves
And sometimes she wants to be dead
White clouds of smoke escape her lips
Cold metal explores her skin
Her hands shake for no reason at all
And chemicals want to win
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 5:46 AM UTC
My veins go straight to Wonderland
My track marks lead the way
A path I paved with blood and bruise
To stay wide awake for one more day.
The smoke I swirl into my lungs
Leaves calm, deep breaths behind
If I could trade the smoke for air
I would circle spin my mind.
My veins flow with rivers of bliss
My pupils swell to mirrors of black
Each thought races by fast and smooth
Turn on my body, never go back.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
My substance-fueled breathing comes slower now.
As the chemicals fade from my lungs,
Your voice grows ever faint.
I'm gasping your name but you cannot hear me now.
I am so desperate to reclaim the piece of us that we built into the clouds,
I may find my own wings dwelling on yours.
Why did you leave me behind?
But where is your heaven?
I've been on my way to you 28 days;
I keep getting turned around.
I promise I will find you.
Wait for me.
december 3rd, 2014.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
A name as glorious as yours brightens even the darkest seas of chaos;
And pierces walls built on bricks of sorrow.
Your name paves gently lit pathways for the timid sound of hope,
To bloom with Your light.
Your name did not stick to mine with scratch marks and chemicals;
It was hand-sewn with a thousand rhymes and a passion
For our two-fold destiny.
Our souls sang when our voices first danced
In the harmony that awarded our names a hyphen based on sins.
And I will prove irrational your fear.
Your legacy will be detailed in sonnets
And the porcelain melody of your name will echo
At the top of my lungs until everyone remembers your stage curtain halo.
Myles Harrison Card.
Your name was meant for a thousand more ears than Heaven has to offer.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC